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and feed them to you while shoving big, nasty, dry toys up your ass.

Damn. I bet there's at least four guys out there working on fucking with
my characters right now. Please
don't. I hate lawyers, and if you use my
characters without my permission, I'll just have to hire one and fuck your life
up, and then you'd REALLY be fucked for making me spend money with bottom
dwelling, scum sucking, don't-deserve-to-live lawyers...get my point?

Hope you enjoy the story...

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From Chapter 2

I had no idea how much piss I had drunk, how much cum I had
swallowed, and how many loads I had taken up my ass.
But, finally, I heard my brothers'
voice. "Well, faggot, are you finally
satisfied?"

I shook my head in the negative.

"What more could you want? He asked.

"You" I said.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I want you to take the blindfold off me, and then make love
to me," I said.

"You mean you want me to fuck you?" he asked.

"No," I replied. "I
want you to remove the blindfold, and then I want you to use my body for you
sexual gratification, but I want you to love my body as much as I love, and
lust yours."

"You can't be serious," he said.

"Kyle," I started, "I have lusted after you for a long
time. You've obviously read my journal,
and you know that I'm in love with you.
You know that I would give anything to spend the rest of my life being
yours."

There was a dead
silence of several minutes.

I heard the handcuffs being unlocked, and my arms were
finally free. Then my legs followed.

"You have your freedom, if you want it," he said.

"And if I don't," I asked.

"Then you belong to me forever," he said.

"Then take me, and make me yours," I replied.

I pulled the mask off, and looked at my younger
brother. I knew that I meant what I had
said. I had lusted after him for
years. I had always wondered what it
would be like to eat his dick and to feel it pounding away inside of me.

"If you meant this, then you mean that you're willing to
suck my dick, and ride it, in front of your friends in the locker room?
he asked.

"I will do anything, anywhere, or anyone, so long as you
promise to love me, and be mine," I replied.

He stood there, naked, in front of me.
His flaccid penis was at least 5" soft.

"Can I drink your piss?" I asked.

He just stood there, so I leaned over and took that big slab
of meat in my mouth.

He grabbed my bald head and I felt the piss begin to flow,
as I swallowed as hard and fast as I could.

"I need to cum at least four times a day," he said.

"Then use me as your cum dump," I replied.

He started fucking my mouth.

"You're gonna let me fuck you in
public, right?" he asked.

I pulled his dick out of my mouth and answered, "I'm
yours. You can use me however you want,
wherever you want, whenever you want, regardless of who's around."

He started fuckin' his stiffening
dick into my mouth, pumping his dick in and out of my throat.

He fucked my mouth brutally, bruising my lips.
He seemed to be grudge fucking my mouth, not
caring that I had professed my love for him.
I felt his dick swell, and his nuts pull up towards his body.
He said, "Yeah, big bro, we're gonna have an interesting couple of years together," and
then he filled my gullet with his sperm.

Yeah, it was an interesting couple of years.

Right after he came, Kyle, breathing the heavy breathing of
a guy who had just cum said to me, "Tegan, do you
remember last year when I came into your room to talk to you that night, and
you told me to fuck off?"

"You mean the night that Lisa dumped you?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said.

"I remember," I said.

"I reached out to you that night, bro," he said.
"And you completely shattered me."

I kept my mouth shut and listened.

"I was hurting, Teeg," he
continued. "I was hurting, and you
turned your back on me."

"I was scared, Kyle." I said.

"Scared of what?" he spat back at me.

"I was in love with you, and here you came to me,
vulnerable, needing. I was scared that
if you asked me to hold you, that I would have gotten turned on, and you would
have hated me."

"Well, doesn't that suck for you now?" he sneered.

Again, I kept my mouth shut, and just looked at him.

"Aren't you gonna ask why?" he
spat at me.

The cold realization of my situation hit me in the gut like
a punch.

The person I was in love with, the man I wanted to spend the
rest of my life with, the man I had just, on camera, agreed to give myself to
without question... he hated me. I had
scorned him when he needed me, and now, he had engineered my `deflowering' on camera,
and apparently made money doing it, and he hated me.

A tear escaped my eye.
"I'm sorry, Kyle."

"Sorry is NOT going to fix this, you fucking slime ball," he
said to me.

"For the record, Tegan, I'm not
gay. I never was, and I never will
be. And you have gotten the one and only
taste of my spooge that you'll ever get."

My head and my heart were reeling.
Physically, I'd had more sex in the past
couple of hours than most people get in a year.
That had taken its emotional toll on me, as had my professing my love
for my brother. Now, here he was,
rejecting me.

"But, as this very handy video will show, you belong to me,
big bro. And I'm going to make your life
a living hell."

He walked away for a moment, and then came back.

"Just so that you will know, I just made sure all the
cameras were off."

"Cameras?"
I asked.

"God, you're stupid," he said.
"I told you I had four cameras and helpful
camera men on you all night. I've got
enough tape of you to make SEVERAL porno movies.
Oh, and, for the record, all those papers you
signed, where you signed a waiver for tonights
exploits," he continued, "one of those forms gives me permission to sell the
video from tonight, and you have waived all rights to any income from the sale
of those videos for the payment that I have given you."

"You haven't given me any payment," I said.

"Check your bank statement this month, stupid," he
said. "You will find a $500 payment
wired to your checking account from mine," he said.
`While that's not even a good 10% of the take
I got for selling you tonight, it's enough to satisfy the contract you signed."

"I can't believe you've done this to me," I said to him.

He slapped me hard across the face, "You worthless, arrogant
slime," he said. "I worshipped you.
I loved you, I adored you.
I wanted to BE you," he said, almost
gasping.

"You were so smart, and handsome, and athletic.
Everybody loved you, and wanted to be your
friend. But when I needed you, you shut
me out."

"I just told you why," I said.

"NOT good enough," emotion cracking his voice.
"I needed you," he said, his voice
cracking. "I needed my big brother to
hold me and tell me that everything would be ok.
But, no.
You told me to fuck off!" he spat at me.
"Well, big brother," he said with hate in his
voice, "I've got you on tape saying you're in love with me, and that you give
yourself to me to use as I want to."

I knew I had fucked up.
I was going through so many emotions.
I was truly remorseful that I had hurt my brother.
I was kicking myself for having admitted
that, and for saying, on tape that I would do anything he wanted.
And I was scared.
I could see the hate in my brothers' eyes,
and I knew that I was screwed, literally, and figuratively.

Kyle walked away, and then returned.
In his hand was a strange looking thing.

"This, Tegan, is a butt plug.
It's yours.
You will wear it at all times that you are at home.
When you come home, you will go to your room,
spread Vasoline on this, and stick it up your
butt. If I ever catch you at home, or
anywhere we go as a family without this in your ass, I will show mom and dad an
edited version of todays
video. A version that
will not have me in it. The only
time you are allowed to not have the plug in your ass is when you have a dick
in your ass. And, make no mistake, big
brother, you are going to have lots of dicks in your ass.
At home, at school, in public places, in
private, I am going to make a fortune selling your ass and your mouth to anyone
willing to pay the price. By the time
you gradate from high school, I will be a rich, rich man.
And, for you, the sad thing is, I'm selling
you cheap, because you are cheap. $1 to piss in your mouth, $5 for a blowjob, and $10 to fuck you in
the ass. Every price will be
inflated by $5 for the act to be done in public.
And when I say, in public, I mean in a place
that is open enough that someone COULD catch you, but, because I'm greedy, they
probably, maybe, possibly, will not."

"You hate me that much?" I asked.

"Yes," he spat at me.

"Somehow, I don't think you need vasoline
right now, but, because I don't want to damage my most precious investment," he
said, and then, rubbing the butt plug in a fresh can of vasoline,
he jammed it in my ass.

I sucked air because, even after the fucking I had taken,
that fucking plug hurt.

"Oh, and, incidentally, you're taking on the soccer team
tomorrow after football practice," he said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"After you finish football practice, you are to put on your
jeans, your shirt and your shoes, and drive to the soccer field," he said.
"You are to go into the field house, remove
your clothes, and service whomever shows up, in
whatever manner they require. I've got a
security deposit," he said with a very, exceedingly evil grin.

"Just so you understand," he said, "You are going to be
sucking dick, and getting fucked, and drinking piss
every day for the rest of your tenure at high school.
What you won't know is who has paid for it,
and who is smart enough to scam me. So
you will be giving away freebies along with the paid for."

I just looked at him.

"Oh," he continued, "In case you didn't pick up on it, you
no longer wear underwear. You go
commando all the time. That way you won't have so many clothes to deal with
while taking care of the needs of the guys who will be using you."

"You're really going to do this to me?"
I asked.

"This, and so much more," he
replied.

So...what do you think?
Kyle is really hating his big bro...Can you even imagine all the nasty,
piggy, twisted possibilities I have planned.